Fighting the Mafia (Completed)

Chapter 3

We pull up to this huge White House with a steel iron fence. At the gates, we are buzzed in. What the fuck did I get myself into?

The tan man slides out and walks towards the front door. As he's walking away I notice how his gray suit clings to his back muscles, walking towards the front door. The blonde man next to me goes to grab me, "don't fucking touch me, I can get out of the car by myself." I pull my arm away from him.

He slides out waiting for me. As I'm sliding across the car seat, I'm scoping out the fence to see if I could possibly make a get away. I start to unbuckle my shoes, having a better chance of getting away. As soon as I plant my feet on the concrete I dash towards the fence, hoping I would be able to throw myself over it.

As soon as I go to grab the bars to start my climb, a pair of hands grab my hair and throw me on the ground. Fuck...I can hear my hair ripping out. Once on the ground the blonde man grabs my sides and throws me over his shoulder.

I start kicking and screaming, "put me down now, you stupid fucker!" I was so enraged and I didn't give a flying fuck who he was.

We enter the corridor and he sets me on my feet. I look up at him and swing my fist to connect to his face. He catches my fist, glaring at me with his jaw contracting. He releases my hand and walks away from me. I looked around and notice two tan females, three tan males and the bald man looking directly at me. I step towards the tan dominate man, "take me home this instant."

He gives me a glare, "shut the fuck up, you're not going anywhere." I stood there in shock. What does he mean I'm not going anywhere?

I looked directly into his hazel eyes, "I'm not staying here."

He steps towards me and grabs my wrist, "don't fucking disrespect me, you're not going anywhere. You are staying here until I figure out what the fuck to do with you."

I yell, "NO, I'M NOT STAYING HERE!"

His eyebrows furrow and grip tightens around my wrist, "you don't have a fucking say, you are never leaving here. You can kiss your friends and family goodbye because you had to be a nosey bitch."

This fucker did not just call me a bitch. I was so angry by his threats and insult, that I raised my hand and smack him across the face. He quickly grabs my throat and slams me against the wall, his face next to mine. "I will fucking chop off every finger on your hand if you raise it towards me again. I demand respect and you will give it to me."

I clinch my teeth, "I wouldn't hold my breath."

Fire burns in his eyes from my statement. His hand still around my throat. I look to the right and notice an older tan woman (probably early sixties) gently putting her hand on his arm, trying to relax him. "Theo, why don't I show her to one of the guest bedrooms."

He drops his hand from my throat and walks away from me. The older lady looks at me and smiles, "Hi, I'm Grace, I will show you to your room___."

I looked at her confused, "Haley."

She smiles, "Miss Haley." I walk up the stairs, following closely behind her. She opens the door, "this is your room, please make yourself comfortable".

I turn and look at her, wondering why she's being nice. I'm not getting too comfortable. The first second I have to get out of here, I'm fucking gone. I didn't say anything, I walked in and locked the door behind me. I look around the room, a king size bed with an expensive maroon bed spread.

I walk around the room and notice a walk-in closet, completely empty. I looked to the right and noticed two double doors, I opened them to discover a while marble bathroom with a shower and a separate soaking bathtub.

I hear a knock on the door and I jump. Stop being fucking jumpy. You have to show these people you're not afraid. Being scared is weakness. I unlock the door and crack it to see who is on the other side. A younger woman, probably close to my age, "here, Grace asked me to give you these pajamas."

I took them from her quickly and shut the door. I walk over to the bed and flopped on it and started crying, thinking of my husband and how I might never see him again. I cry myself to sleep that night.

Morning...

Grace knocks on my door and opens it. Fuck, I forgot to lock it. "Good Morning Haley, how did you sleep?"

I looked at her baffled, "I slept like shit because some piece of shit kidnapped me, how did you think I fucking slept?"

Her eyes full of sorrow, "I made you breakfast. Come to the kitchen downstairs and eat." She walks out, closing the door behind her. I lock the door and ignore Grace as she persistently tries to check on me throughout the day. I haven't eaten anything or taken a shower at this point. I'm so angry to focus on anything else.

The next morning I lay on the bed, looking out of the window, wishing this was a nightmare. Grace knocks and unlocks the door to my room. I don't even know why she fucking knocks if she's just going to walk in here.

"Haley, why don't you come downstairs and eat breakfast?"

Not even turning to look at her, "I'm not hungry."

Theo, the tan dominating man bursts in, "my mother made you breakfast, get your fucking ass downstairs now!"

Grace and Theo walk out of my bedroom. I slowly make my way downstairs and notice everyone staring at me as I take a seat on a stool at island in the kitchen. Theo is standing across from me, glaring. Grace is standing next to his right. She pushes pancakes in front me, I just look at it. I jump a little from Theo's deep and husky tone, "Eat."

I start to cut into the pancakes and take a bite. Another tan man walks over to me, a little shorter than Theo and not quite as muscular, but attractive. "Hey! I'm Diego, what's your name?"

I look down at the counter, annoyed, "Haley." Still looking down at my pancakes, not making eye contact with anyone. I don't want to talk to any of these people, I fucking hate all of them...especially Theo.

Diego smiles, "where are you from?"

Not looking at him, "New York."

He laughs, "yeah, me too."

I just nod at him. He puts his hands on the counter, "is that where your family is from?"

I close my eyes, trying to conceal tears. "Why the fuck would you guys care? You took me away from them!" I yell.

Theo raises his voice, "watch your fucking tone."

I just stare at him, almost challenging him, "so, does my family think I'm dead?"

His lips curve up, "no, we discovered that you were diagnosed with PTSD and sent them messages from your phone telling them you needed to get away."

I was enraged. My husband probably thinks I left him. Tears start to flow down my cheeks, I couldn't stop it. I was so angry. I look down at my glass plate of pancakes, picked it up and threw it next to Theo's head - it smashes all over the cabinet. I yell, "I fucking hate you, you worthless piece of shit!"

He's beyond pissed, he runs around the island, but Grace catches his arm. I take that as a sign to run up the stairs. I slam the door behind me and lock it. Oh My God, what did I just do?